I’m coming down with the flu
And it’s all because of you,
Eyes once cynical and weary are
Now full of tears of hope, dreams
Bunged up with sentiment and drowning
In love, Cupid has won and I am struck
Down for love of you. I have the love bug,
The fever, it must be the love flu.
Delirious dreams plague my mind, ones where
You discover just in time my pining passion
For a long lasting kiss. And then before you
Are aware you have the flu too, but that
Doesn’t matter because you love me and I love you.